I shake my head no, not wanting to remember any more than I have to as every word, every damn memory he brings to the surface threatens to pull me into a slow Hell I’ll never recover from. I barely survived the first time; I won’t stand a chance the second.

Throwing his smoke to the ground, he spins me so quickly, my back now flush against his front, that I close my eyes and stumble slightly trying to catch my feet. He wastes no time in pulling me back tighter against his frame. I hear a slight moan escaping his lips as my ass hits his hardening length. My eyes flash open and fearfully look at the lust filled eyes of the lost boys in front of me.

“Fuck, I liked giving it to you, Darling,” his low raspy voice flutters against my ear. “Taking it. Feeling you, tasting you — for the first time.”

His hands roam up my inner thigh and I push back against his stomach struggling to break free as my eyes flash from one lost boy to another in horror. They take a step forward eagerly and I tense in his arms.

“Maybe, if I see the way they finally give it to you,” he grits out, his hand hovering above my center, making my heart race with an alarming dread before he slowly lifts it further up my lower stomach, “take it from you,” I breathe out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and push back against his frame in hostility once again. “Feel and taste what was the beginning of my end.” His harsh words get louder as his large palms stop at my breasts, he molds them in his hands briefly, my eyes close on instinct, and then he raises them to my neck, tightening his grip slowly, “Maybe then, I will finally see it, understand it, get back what you fucking stole from me.”

My eyes flash open as he spins me around again in his arms and stares deep into my soul.

“After all, it’s not like you kept your promise.” My heart stops at his words and he steps in closer. He’s so close his nose brushes against the edge of mine. “You let another man touch you.” I try to tell myself to breathe but it won’t come. His eyes darken as he cups my chin in his hand and forces me to face him when I try to look away. “You let another man taste you.” I try to close my eyes, but he jerks my chin angrily in his hand. His low voice feathering across my skin in anger a moment later as he whispers, “You let another man’s cock inside your wet willing cunt, Darling.”

A tear escapes my eyes before I can stop it.

“Maybe I should go back on my promise too.”